"No, it's not," he agreed, voice quiet. It did suddenly seem more serious than he had intended though and he found himself unable to look away, his arms gently pressing them closer together.

Peeta opened his mouth to say something but the words he usually found to come so easily just weren't there, instead simply uttering one word. "Tomorrow..."

Everything changes tomorrow. What if this is the only chance we have left? For what? To him... everything.